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Drawing exercise complete! This challenge worked like this: I'd prepared a list of 5 characters (it had to "make sense"), and asked Tumblrland to blindly pick a number between 1 to 5. @tor-the-tortilla picked 3.

The 5 characters were, in fact, the Robins in chronological order (so #1 Dick, #2Jason, #3Tim, #4 Steph and #5 Damian). It's been a while, Timmy! Missed you in my sketchbook, I gotta say. (´▽`o)

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Bonus drawing for the 1-to-5 challenge! @reaganwarren asked for n° 2, which WAS one of the two I'd hoped people would pick! YESSSS!!!! So here's Jason, and here's the link to the previous drawing (Tim)

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It was kind of a tie between suggestions, but JayTim inspired me! Also, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh I forgot how to draw Jason's face/hair/head do not look at him xD

Happy Holidays everyone!

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Hi, hello good day…

Do you like to cook? Have family recipes/family favorites you would love to share or simply favorite recipes you like to cook with your own ✨flair✨?

Or

Do you want to draw your favorite blorbos at dinner date, cooking, doing inexplicable things to their food; or just posing with delicious dishes?

We are in the preliminary stages of this project: a cookbook zine centered around Jason, Tim and food of course. We are checking interest from cooks and artists.

You will find the general information of what your role would entail in these forms:

Artist application form: https://forms.gle/vRg1oT4dxv7SEVF39

Chef application form: https://forms.gle/vHzPf8wp2Yxj1kHy8

We will have this application open until the end of the month.

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Based on Everything I do part of Left Behind But Not For Long series by Meyari on ao3

I’d like to eventually revisit this doodle when I have time but for now… this is all I have 😔 loved this story and although usually Im not into genderbent and poly is more of a miss than a hit most of the time for me, this poly is right up my alley 😂 (yes im cheating).

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Impromptu marriage proposal based on @kieran-granola ‘s story in which jaytim get together as adults.

Find the full story for context here

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Unpainted mini figures by yunyun in twt , painted by me

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Jason knows he doesn't have a right to be mad at Tim for forgiving him, of all things.

He knows he's reaping the rewards from that. But-

Something about it pissed him the hell off. Maybe it was the way Tim had looked at him, head tilted in the way that made it feel like you were being seen down to the subatomic level-

Or maybe it was the way Tim forgave him, with barely a shrug.

"I don't see how staying angry would've helped the situation," was all he'd said, and then he'd gotten back to the task at hand. Like it was an- afterthought maybe, to consider that Jason could be sorry.

Tim didn't see the utility in holding a grudge. And it was already decided that he had to work with Jason, so forgiveness was just a box he had to check off in order to make that go as smoothly as possible-

Jason's actions and remorse or potential lack thereof were irrelevant. Tim's feelings about it seemed equally as unimportant, if there were any to know of at all.

It was worse than if Tim had refused to forgive him, he decided, to have been long ago and had such a thing just...not matter to the person he'd wronged.

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New JayTim fic! 'When It Rains It Pours'

CW: This is the latest in a long-running BDSM series; please skip over this if it's not for you!

Summary: Jason goes to drag Tim home from patrol before he works himself to death, but when he finds him, something feels…wrong. [6,458 words]

Click here to read on AO3!

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Happy birthday littol bro @baihujun 🎉💕 lob youuuuuu(?) 🙂‍↔️….and love you!

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oooo the hooker jay soulmate au has me hooked (ahahaha sorry) <3 love ur writing so much, so nice on a rainy day <333

ahhh that's so sweet of you to say 🥺

hooker jay soulmate au!! that one is based on a daydream of mine haha, and translating it into a fic has been a bit of a challenge! tbh i am still a little bit stuck on what type of soulmate au i want it to be 'cause i have a very specific set up for how they find out

the fic ALSO contains identity shenanigans, i did not include that in the title ;)

basically:

Jason knows Red Robin because he occasionally tells Red things he overhears from his johns--many of whom work as henchman. He has feelings for Red Robin... and those feelings are returned, but both of them know that it would never work out between them. And then, one day, he heads over to his friend Steph's house to meet her for something and meets her other friend... Tim Drake-Wayne.

Okay, whatever. Jason's not a big fan of the Waynes but he can put up with him, right? Well. There's just one problem: Tim is also his soulmate.

Jason could just ignore it. Except he has another problem, too. Someone is out for his blood. Red Robin is hunting them down, but Jason is forced to rely on Tim--or, rather, Tim's money--for protection.

right now i mostly have scattered snippets from throughout the fic (which will likely be multiple chapters), lmao. so have one of my favorites:

“I wish it had been you,” Jason whispers, so quietly he’s not sure Red can hear him.

Red does, though, and he smiles sadly. “I know.”

Jason can hear the rest of the sentence, unspoken: I wish it had been me too. A lump forms in his throat. It’s the closest either of them have ever gotten to acknowledging this thing between them—the unspoken, nameless feeling both of them share.

Red Robin crosses another line, then. They’ve always had this silent agreement to keep their distance, but now… Red wraps his arm around Jason’s shoulders. It’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket and Jason’s eyes burn.

“If you knew who I was, though… You wouldn’t like me either,” Red whispers. “You’d hate me.”

“I could never,” Jason denies immediately—fiercely.

Red laughs. It’s humorless. Jason hates it. “I’m not the same, outside of the cowl. And sometimes—to protect myself, to protect this,” he gestures to himself, the suit, “I have to act in ways that—that even I don’t like. Say things I don’t believe. Do things I don’t want to. You’d hate it, Jay.”

“But I wouldn’t hate you.” He presses more firmly into Red’s side, reaching up to wrap his hand around Red’s. “You’re one of the kindest people I know. You’re so— You’re so good. That doesn’t… that doesn’t go away. I’d see it. I’d see you.

“I… I’d know you anywhere, I think.”

Red trembles. Jason only feels it because he’s pressed so close to him. Red’s grip on him tightens—and then loosens again, his thumb rubbing over Jason’s skin as if to apologize.

Like Jason minds.

Like Jason wouldn’t gladly welcome bruises from Red Robin, if only to have some kind of reminder that he was there.

“Thanks,” Red whispers—and his breath warms Jason’s ear, making him shiver.

Then Red’s arm slips from Jason’s shoulders; his body moving as he puts distance between them. Jason has to fight the urge to wrap his arms around himself at the sudden coldness. As Red stands, he says, “Whoever’s got it out for you… don’t worry about them too much. I’ll figure it out. Just. Stay safe, alright?”

Jason swallows again, and nods. “How can’t I, with you looking out for me?” he says, doing his best to flash a charming smile.

He’s not sure if it lands—but it makes Red laugh, a little. Strained, but bright regardless. “Flatterer. Goodnight, Jay.”

And then Red extends his grapple and disappears into the night, leaving Jason alone.

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Do you ship it?

Reasons: Abusive - Age Gap - Underage - Pseudo-incest

Consider reblogging for a larger sample size!

Propaganda under the cut!

Propaganda:

""We're both outsiders in a family of outsiders." - Jason Todd about Himself and Tim Drake

They are both so unwell about each other.

Baby Tim did canonly stalk Jason when he was Robin. Jason definitely stalked Tim and had a photo wall for Tim.

Jason says that Tim is the only BatFam member who doesn't make him want to throw up. At one point he asks Tim to be his Robin and when Tim says no he immediately beats the shit out of him and shoots him."

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jaytim spite fic:

Dick to Red hood: what's it gonna take to leave Tim alone? You have two options I kick your ass, or you walk away?

Jason being himself:

Jason: don’t threaten me with a good time

Also Jason, five minutes later on the phone with Tim: okay so I just sent you an email and I need you to tell Dick all the stuff in there, and that we did them-

Tim: …Jason, that- you sent me a list of kinks-

Jason: I know! birdbrain is gonna lose it! :D

Tim: …

Tim: … at least take me out on a date first jfc

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Trick or Treat! Thank you for sharing all your wonderful writing!!

Happy Halloween! Thank you so much for reading, I'm so happy you've enjoyed! <3 (holds jaytim up like the potato: i just think they're neat)

Okay this response got long so it's going under a cut, haha, enjoy!!

The curse is cruel. "You really think that you're a better Robin?" Jason sneers. His blood coats Jason's fist. "A better Robin?" Tim echoes through bloody teeth.

"That's what I said, pretender. Haven't you got any words of your own? You have to steal those from me too?" "Steal? From me too?" He gasps. The questions burn his mouth like acid, frustration and rage held prisoner by his traitorous tongue. Jason's brow furrows, then smooths in the space of an instant. "Pathetic," Jason taunts, abandoning confusion for disgust and disappointment. In a sharp, painful crack of his fist, the world goes black before Tim can agree. *** "How long has it been?" Jason says. It's been years. Smoke curls between the gaps in his cupped hands as the brief burst of flame dies to an ember, glowing vermillion at the end of his cigarette. "Long," Tim answers with a sigh. He can't even sign his own words, his hands always twisting into shapes first held by someone else's mouth. By the last person who spoke to him. The railing of the fire escape is icy beneath his elbows. He should have worn a thicker jacket, but he didn't have time tonight. Jason is leaving in the morning, and Tim wanted to see him before he goes. This new thing between them, this friendship on the cusp of something else— is fragile and hard-won. Tim wants to nurture it, to see if the warmth roiling under the surface can be coaxed to blazing life. Jason shuts his lighter with a snap. His shoulder is warm against Tim's. Tim watches him breathe in poison, and envies the poison. "And no one's figured it out? Who did this to you?" Tim rolls his eyes. "Figured it out," he restates flatly. Of course he knows who did this to him. Of course Bruce and the rest know. The who was easy. Fae and demons aren't subtle, and they aren't exactly commonplace. It makes for a short list to dig through. Jason grins, cherry-red and laughing at him. "Right, right. I mean, you ever figure out how to fix it? How to get your own words back? Yes or no," he tacks on helpfully. Only seldom does Jason remember to do that, to give Tim more options to choose from. It's not that he doesn't care, or that he isn't careful with his words. He just doesn't have to be. He's always had a knack for guessing what Tim means on the first try. Now that he isn't trying to punish Tim for using Jason's words like their his own. Like what he'd done with Robin.

Tim used to resent it, that of all the people in the world to guess what he's feeling, Jason Todd could do it best. Used to. Tim looks away. "Fix it," he murmurs. "Yes." Not that it matters. Jason cocks his head. His cigarette burns between his fingers, half-forgotten. "Why the fuck haven't you, then? If it were me—" Jason cuts himself off with a self-conscious laugh. "Ah, forget it. I'm sure you'd love to if you could, right?" Tim's eyes go wide. Jason's never said that to him before. One word of three that make the key. Tim knows what he feels. He knows how to break it. "And give the son of a bitch responsible a kiss in the teeth for good measure," Jason continues, oblivious to the effect of his words. Tim seizes Jason's arm, ignoring how he flinches. Hope is fleeting enough as it is. "Wha—" "Love to," Tim interrupts, urgent, heart tripping in his chest. "You..." He swallows, his throat closing up, not sure if he can say the last word. Not because of any curse, but because it's— it's too much. It's too bold. It won't work. So why not try? Jason stares at him, waiting for him to speak. "...kiss," he whispers. Tim begs him to understand. Jason raises his eyebrows. "...kiss?" Jason echoes softly, his voice thick. He cups the back of Tim's head in his free hand. "You want to kiss me, babybird?" He's relaxed a fraction, and Tim can tell he still doesn't get it. The one time he doesn't understand the full depth of Tim's meaning, and it had to be now. "Well, why didn't you say so?" Before Tim can express just how unimpressed he is by— Jason kisses him. He tastes like smoke and a hint of mint, and like skin and teeth and tongue. He licks into Tim's mouth when he gasps, and swallows every sound he makes. Like it's not enough to own Tim's words; he needs to own the rest of him as well. Tim doesn't even know if it will work. What makes a love true, anyway? When you've bled and fought for it, tooth and nail? When you didn't even want it at first, but you know, like it was inevitable, that you can't live anymore without it squeezing your heart in its fist? When magic cannot bind you anymore, because you don't belong wholly to yourself alone. When you've chosen to be beholden. When it was never a choice at all. The autumn air is freezing, but Jason's hands are searing hot on Tim's face, burning his cheeks with the shape of his fingers. Tim doesn't remember tucking his hands under Jason's jacket, or finding the broad stretch of his shoulderblades with his palms. But when he grazes the skin at the back of his neck, just above Jason's shirt collar, he shivers in Tim's grip. Jason pulls away abruptly, and Tim protests. "Do you want—" Jason started to ask. "Jason," Tim huffs, breathless. "Why'd you stop?" It rings in the air between them, clear as a bell. They both freeze. "...Tim?" Jason asks slowly. "Did you just—" "Jason," Tim says again, disbelieving. Then wondering. It's the first word that's belonged solely to him in years. The first word that's his. "Jason."

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

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New JayTim fic! 'Leather Love'

CW: This is the latest in a long-running BDSM series; please skip over this if it's not for you!

Summary: As promised, Jay and Tim go to a sex shop to pick out something to try to cater more to Jay's interests. They come home with more than they bargained for, but they definitely aren't losing sight of exactly what their plans are for the evening. [3,054 words]

Click here to read on AO3!

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FiaB pinch hit for @miss-ingno thank you for the fun prompts <3